One of the many beauties of the internet is that one can get up in the middle of the night and order whatever one wants.
The other week my mattress decided to take liberties with my back. I mean the scumbag made my back it's prison bitch without the fluid. Roughed it up. It was an improvement on the previous mattress that had the broken spring that ripped chunks out my ass whenever it felt like it but no, I was done being its Beecher.
So up I went, did some research and ordered me a new mattress. The moment was beautiful.
What wasn't beautiful was the following morning when I realised I'd ordered the wrong fecking size so had to hunt down a new base. Finally went to my old boss' shop (the dude has his fingers in many pies) and got one on the cheap because he wanted rid of the thing. He wanted to dump my new bed base so much that he called me Friday to say he con;t find the centre base and he would deliver it today. Which he didn;t so that makes him a liar and, in turn, makes me his consumer Adebesi (would say Schillinger but that dude was a nasty racist and my old boss is a Pakistani so the connotations in my mind were too strong. Dig my morality...)
Finally, I may get the chance to put one over on one of my old boss'. Finally!!!!!
Sorry, bad poker flashback there. Hello.
Keep meaning to update this thing. For the past few weeks it's been 'Right, I'll play a little Okami then update my blog'. Three hours later I'm yelling obscenities at Mr Bamboo for having a bloody flower on his head and the like. Two effing hours I spent wandering that frigging town looking for that last cherry blossom and it was on his frigging head. I HATE HIM. Mr Bamboo is a faecal-smearing douchebag. I mean honestly, what sort of man wears a blossom on his head. Probably the same type of man that has conversations with wolves... ahh, it all comes together now.
Dash and blast. I had a whole stack of thoughts stashed up to tell cyberspace about but the tree wearing gobshite's gone and booted them out my head. Nggg, want to mash his gonads into a gooey pulp and smear them over David Cameron, Jack Thompson and any other nitwit that links violent videogames to bad behaviour instead of going to the roots of the problem... the vendors and the parents.
All right, lets try and undo this damage:
Lost 20lbs in the last seven weeks. Losing weight is easy once the mindset is locked in.
Finally did 'The Merchant of Venice' video but it sucked and will never see the light of day. Unless you come by my place and Egg's cool with you. Not unless.
It always sucks when two great guys you work with leave. Phil and Ramsay are two great guys and they left which sucked for me because that's two less great guys at work but rules for them because they've gone on to bigger and better things which I'm really stoked about. The only other positive to spin out of this is that I have plenty of time to listen to the audio version of The Economist at work. Tis real good.
Gah, I'm blocked. That rotten Mr Bamboo. He may be old but if he ever becomes reality I've giving him a slap and insulting his lifestyle, the tree-hugging gimp. To hell with the consequences.
Right, time to find out why my Greek friend got zotted (I believe that is the term). Heard this song the other day for the first time in years and it blew my bollocks asunder. It seems an appropriate to what I'm going to do to Mr Bamboo should the opportunity arise.
Grab your nuts for this one. Take it away... Sepultura!:
Yes!
The other week my mattress decided to take liberties with my back. I mean the scumbag made my back it's prison bitch without the fluid. Roughed it up. It was an improvement on the previous mattress that had the broken spring that ripped chunks out my ass whenever it felt like it but no, I was done being its Beecher.
So up I went, did some research and ordered me a new mattress. The moment was beautiful.
What wasn't beautiful was the following morning when I realised I'd ordered the wrong fecking size so had to hunt down a new base. Finally went to my old boss' shop (the dude has his fingers in many pies) and got one on the cheap because he wanted rid of the thing. He wanted to dump my new bed base so much that he called me Friday to say he con;t find the centre base and he would deliver it today. Which he didn;t so that makes him a liar and, in turn, makes me his consumer Adebesi (would say Schillinger but that dude was a nasty racist and my old boss is a Pakistani so the connotations in my mind were too strong. Dig my morality...)
Finally, I may get the chance to put one over on one of my old boss'. Finally!!!!!
Sorry, bad poker flashback there. Hello.
Keep meaning to update this thing. For the past few weeks it's been 'Right, I'll play a little Okami then update my blog'. Three hours later I'm yelling obscenities at Mr Bamboo for having a bloody flower on his head and the like. Two effing hours I spent wandering that frigging town looking for that last cherry blossom and it was on his frigging head. I HATE HIM. Mr Bamboo is a faecal-smearing douchebag. I mean honestly, what sort of man wears a blossom on his head. Probably the same type of man that has conversations with wolves... ahh, it all comes together now.
Dash and blast. I had a whole stack of thoughts stashed up to tell cyberspace about but the tree wearing gobshite's gone and booted them out my head. Nggg, want to mash his gonads into a gooey pulp and smear them over David Cameron, Jack Thompson and any other nitwit that links violent videogames to bad behaviour instead of going to the roots of the problem... the vendors and the parents.
All right, lets try and undo this damage:
Lost 20lbs in the last seven weeks. Losing weight is easy once the mindset is locked in.
Finally did 'The Merchant of Venice' video but it sucked and will never see the light of day. Unless you come by my place and Egg's cool with you. Not unless.
It always sucks when two great guys you work with leave. Phil and Ramsay are two great guys and they left which sucked for me because that's two less great guys at work but rules for them because they've gone on to bigger and better things which I'm really stoked about. The only other positive to spin out of this is that I have plenty of time to listen to the audio version of The Economist at work. Tis real good.
Gah, I'm blocked. That rotten Mr Bamboo. He may be old but if he ever becomes reality I've giving him a slap and insulting his lifestyle, the tree-hugging gimp. To hell with the consequences.
Right, time to find out why my Greek friend got zotted (I believe that is the term). Heard this song the other day for the first time in years and it blew my bollocks asunder. It seems an appropriate to what I'm going to do to Mr Bamboo should the opportunity arise.
Grab your nuts for this one. Take it away... Sepultura!:
Yes!
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dood..im gonna host a dubstep grime party over here for holloween.in the san mateo....30 minutes south of san francsico ..them san mateo kids will piss their pants when my sublow and eski beats drop....then make the ladies panties wet when i rewind the wifey riddim ova and ova..hahaha.WE WANT TO SCARE DEM